It is the fro? Or maybe the way this blouse pops my skin?Because regardless of your insecurities my black still winsA combination of hatred has youth minorities preparing to defendThis grey and white filters my eccentric glow so they may shine once again

Don’t wish me progress…don’t pity meBecause the memories of our history have me filled with empathyFor the world judges our children on their tendenciesWe’ll all have to add color to this earth Eventually